I went into the art action. It was a new space. It had been revamped. There were people, but no one i could recognize. I walked on.

Into the room where our teacher kept the paintings. It was dark. He was vague in the background, arranging some paintings. I looked. So many paintings. Some of them were by different people, but of the same thing. Weird.

I tried to find my painting. It wasn't there. But wait. There is a canvas with its back facing me. It is huge. Is it mine? I walk over and try to crane my neck to see the other side. Is it mine?

We're outside the toilet on the second floor of my house. You went in, leading me behind you. There was a computer in the toilet. You took the computer and played a game. A voice in the background told you to let me play too. I started playing. My cousin appeared. He was playing an odd game.

Suddenly we're at the Art block. Many computers. Many odd looking ones. I saw max's computer. NEC. I ask him, "What model is this?"

"It's an old model."

Look at a small kid playing a weird computer game with a man. The man had a walking support pole bars, like those for an old woman who needed railing support. It is repetitive.

The man jumped from one part the land to another, over an old woman. He hits the woman with the walking support from behind as he moves away from her.
The man jumped from one part the land to another, over an old woman. He hits the woman with the walking support from behind as he moves away from her.
The man jumped from one part the land to another, over an old woman. He hits the woman with the walking support from behind as he moves away from her.
The man jumped from one part the land to another, over an old woman. He hits the woman with the walking support from behind as he moves away from her.

Three times. The scene repeats for 3 times.

Back in the toilet. I don't see you anymore. Where are you? I panic. My phone vibrates.

"Take care of yourself baby. Then you can play the game like you said, with your crazy fans."

9.00 a.m.

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